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Mary Poppins
Shave ice
What every snow cone wants to be when it grows up.
An hour later, I was still sketching when I heard the slap, slap, slap of slippahs coming up the slope.
I froze.
The Blalahs!
I gripped my pencil like a dagger.
A face peeked around the edge of my umbrella, hair flying kapakahi crazy in the wind.
“Eh, Mary Poppins! Howzit!” she said.
“Char Siu, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”
“I guess some more.” She grinned. “I’ll make it up to you. My mom paid me for pulling weeds this morning. I filled two big trash bags! So hot today, I just bought a large strawberry-liliko‘i-guava shave ice from Hari’s. Wanna bite?”
“Does it have ice cream and li hing mui powder?”
“Of course. Mac-nut ice cream on the bottom, li hing mui on top.”
“No sno
